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[evaxreid]

What was a supposed night of merriment and drinking quickly turned sideways, when shit began to happen. One minute, everyone was losing themselves in the Halloween spirit. The next, screams began to emerge from the crowd, as flames began to erupt. And in an old, partially-wooden Asylum, flame was not your friend. 

Though Evanessence had had a few drinks, all sense of insobriety was forcefully pushed away, as she kicked her senses into overdrive. She was a second-in-command, damn it, and the townsfolk needed to be saved. A brief moment of processing was all it needed, before she began to yell amidst the screams, telling people to get out, before realising that at least half of these party-goers were either drunk or high.  

The brunette was tottering in her stilettos heels, trying her best to run around (or fast walk, for that matter), and look for those who needed help amidst the inferno that was the Asylum.

[n-slick-blog]

Luke liked parties and The Rascals knew how to throw a party. Granted, those parties had a certain reputation and they’d put zero effort into decor but why would they have to when the venue was so perfect? They’d just had to set up a bar and there you have it, everything was ready. Luke had picked an appropriately creepy costume in Jack the Ripper and he got to wear a top hat, which was a bonus. He was regretting the cane at this point, though, since it was just an extra thing he had to carry around with him. Maybe some sort of fight would break out and he could justify having it by using it to bludgeon someone with. That would likely happen later in the night and Luke was trying to find this Cole that Daria was so afraid of before he was too far into the booze. He’d searched by the swamp and the auditorium, so now he was in the chapel, though admittedly he kept getting sidetracked by party things, like occasionally creeping someone out accidentally-on-purpose. He figured it was justified, though, since what good was Halloween if you didn’t get scared at least once? Noticing someone checking out the graffiti on the wall, he decided to ask them if they’d seen the person he was looking for. “So, you tell me if you’ve seen a tall, blonde guy with dead, soulless blue eyes and I won’t ripper you. Sound like a good deal?” He smirked, joking...mostly. 

[alicescotts-blog]

It must have been an hour, nearly hour and a half into the party when she spot someone she’d been meaning to make acquaintance with for some time now. Alice knew who he was, and she was certain he knew who she was, neither of them had simply made themselves known to the other properly. The mechanic looked as though he hadn’t made any effort with his costume and she rolled her eyes.

Alice spot a Peter Pan hat that had been discarded on one of the old tables near her, and she picked it up before she sauntered over towards him. "You've either forgotten the dress code or not bothered with your outfit at all, Cowboy." She told him with a smirk before placing the hat on his head as a joke. "See? Perfect. You look just the part now."

@williamalderson

[crimsonxhands-blog]

It was an asylum in the woods, for any reasonable person that would have spelled trouble right. Maybe the Mayor was right about trying to cancel, maybe he was just a funless prick. Regardless the Rascals had set up their own party, and it was going off. Bodhi wasn’t a guy that went to many parties, and even when he did, he thoroughly didn’t enjoy them. But he’d come with his own clan (also known as the Crimson siblings) and he was going to try his best to have a good time. A few drinks in and some of the weird candy people were giving out, Bodhi had found himself wandering around the place attempting to avoid the masses. Quickly he discovered a auditorium, a bed laid out on stage down the bottom, clearly it was used for live surgeries. Weird, and creepy as fuck but Bodhi couldn’t help but be intrigued. Wandering down the stairs, he got to the stage, stepping up and examining the bed.

It didn’t appear than anyone was around, though it was dark and anyone could be lurking in the chairs. Regardless, Bodhi climbed upon onto of the bed, standing up looking over the chairs that spanned out before him. It was Halloween and that candy was starting to kick in, as Bodhi began to move his feet to a beat that began to ring in his head. Some would say he was a natural born performer from his gigs at Generals, but this wasn’t his usual. “Now I have a story that i’d like to tell. About this guy you all know him, had me scared as hell. He comes to me at night after I crawl into bed. He’s burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred! He wears the same hat and sweater every single day, and even if it’s hot outside he wears it anyway.” he began to rap, total engrossed in this weird trip.

[evaxreid]

No one was going to cancel Halloween in Muddy Waters. At least, not on the Northside Rascals’ watch. It was a last-minute effort, but the local gang was successful in pulling off the festivities, in a quest to give the town a night of booze, drugs, and endless fun, even if just for the night. The news of the killings were everywhere, but really, since when were any of the locals even afraid?

And though Evanessence was already a rare sight to miss in her Electra Heart pink ensemble, the second-in-command made an unconscious decision to stand out all the more, as she moved around the Asylum, room to room, coaxing people into drinking more and more. The locals deserved a bloody good night. 

Spotting someone without a drink on hand, Evanessence immediately walked over, leaning in as she whispered in the person’s ear with a delicate purr, “If you’re not going to have fun, then why bother coming? At least have a drink and lighten up.” Tonight, she was the devil in angel's fluffy pink clothing. 

[bencherrypie]

Ben wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting from a party thrown by the Rascals. Working at the club sure lent itself to grand ideas of beer kegs and old leather dads, but the decrepit asylum they’d wound up at made him reconsider not wearing real pants. It looked like something that Jesse dreamt up, or maybe something that dreamt up Jesse. Ben’s eyes lingered on the old, broken down sign directing them towards a hospital ward and deeply pondered his theory. Where did Jesse go anyway?

“My god, this place looks like a nightmare. I love it,” Miranda squealed, giving Ben’s elbow a squeeze. Flanked by both Bubbles and Buttercup, Ben and his slew of busty babes were easily the most colourful (and naked) things among the slow pour of skeptical party-goers.

Kelly looked far less impressed as she stepped over broken glass and nudged Ben’s foot out of the way as he tromped through the place like a graceless golem. “It definitely has character. Hey M, did you bring the stuff?”

“Obviously, where’s Ben gonna put it? In his ass?” Miranda and Kelly exchanged looks across the expanse of Ben’s chest before passing out a stash of what looked like bubble gum from her purse. She poured a pile of pink squares into Ben’s hands, stuffing a couple of them into the tiny, useless pockets cut into his little lycra shorts.  “You’re gonna need a lot. I know you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ben scrunched his face as Kelly packed a piece of gum into his mouth and turned his cap backwards. 

“You’re going to lose them all is what she means,” Kelly explained politely, although they all knew what she meant was that he was going to give them all away either by hand or by mouth. “Don’t eat them all at the same time, Ben. I don’t want last year happening again.”

Ben smacked his gum, already distracted by the speckling of people coming in through their entrance. “Don’t worry, I taped my shorts on this year,” he told her absently as he tipped his chin up over her blonde pig tails and hollered at no one in particular before impulsively throwing a handful of bubblegum into the crowd. “Happy Halloween, you guys!” 

Both girls cried his name in horror as they watched their drugged candy spray into the masses like pink acid rain. 

[alicescotts-blog]

Alice had been exploring the venue on her own for a while now, seeing the familiar faces in the town here and there, but not quite striking up conversation with anyone. She supposed she wanted to get her bearings first. Before she started drinking properly. Properly meaning that her first bottle of beer was in her hand but only a few sips had been taken.

Wandering about the clinic, she could hear the thud of the music echoing around the halls, and the murmering of people's voices doing similar. It was a good choice of venue, she thought to herself. It was incredibly eerie especially wandering about alone. She'd realised it was a good turn out not long before she entered the room she was in. The entire hospital was scattered with old equipment funnily enough a little similar to the ancient equipment in the clinic in town.

She was glancing out of the broken window in the room she'd wandered into when a shuffling behind her startled her slightly; she'd been in her own little world wondering what it must have been like to be a doctor here. "I know it's Halloween but there was no need to sneak up behind me. Could have warned me." Alice had turned and teased them before chuckling.

[jesse-childs]

Jesse had prepped everything in advance, spending over a month making plans and preparations for this evening. He didn’t want to feel pressed the evening of, knowing that people (Bax) would be watching him. He had a reputation to uphold and the pressure was never higher than Halloween night. This year had been a particular challenge because of the whole “Halloween is cancelled this year” shit that the mayor’s office had tried to pull. Jesse wasn’t on particularly good terms with the Rascals at large so having to work around them added an extra level of complication

He was in the chapel reading graffiti, googling the names on his phone to try and figure out the who’s-who of “for a good time” notes from generations past. If somebody’s grandmother had been called out as a slut he wanted to know who he should notify about it. 

Hearing a noise behind him, he turned to make sure it wasn’t an angry specter. “Nice costume.” He stepped out from behind a splintered pew. “Did your mom sew it for you?”